My husband works in London a lot. So we have little time for gardening, or anything else for that matter. Married?” She turned around quickly and co...fronted him with the question. “Not likely! I mean- no.” Charles looked around at all the money in paintings and furniture. This was the place to be. “What’s your name?” asked Sandra. “Charles,” he replied as they walked to the garden. “I like that name. Regal, they named a line of Kings after that. You follow history much? Well you. I zipped my purse and headed out to the front where Ben was waiting. We headed out, driving over to the theatre, in quiet, but not bad quiet. Like.. peace I suppose. But as we sat I started to think about.. everything, which is probably what caused me to blurt out what I was about to say. ‘So.. what happens on Monday?’ He looked over at me, momentarily silent at the question. I tried to talk quickly, hoping to get out what I wanted to say. ‘I mean.. I know what happens Monday-school. But I. In a moment of panic, she looked around, noticing that she and her partners were the center of attention. Humiliation washed over her, filling her with heat, quickly washed away as the redheaded girl’s mouth travelled down her quaking belly, her hands trapping her own, fingers twining as she lovingly kissed her mound, the dark patch of hair that decorated it, her steaming pussy… Arms wrapped around her, cupping her breasts from behind, teasing her aching nipples, twisting and tugging. Fevered. “I’m James.” James and I both had to leave after a short while of conversing, but we both found out one another’s addresses and discovered that we only lived one block away from each other. I left the encounter with butterflies in my stomach and electricity in my heart. One Saturday morning, James had rode his bike over to my house. My parents had gone out on vacation, so I was all alone at the time. I introduced him to my dogs and gave him a tour of the house, where we ended up in my bedroom..